(patchworkgirl) wrote,

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buildings settling around me

when i'm here i can be a streetwalking vagrant and get lost and never find anyone
i'll never miss my town again...but the three loves i left behind, there they are in my heart and in my head
i see their cigarettes when i drink my coffee and please let me never be without them
but that must be the price of uprooted flowers these days

i hope i never clean out my bank account
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